First off, some really good news: the vet swapped out Wisp’s cast for a heavily padded bandage and says she might be fully healed by mid-month. That would be great for all of us, as we were anticipating the end of August. Wisp and Snowdrop would so like to reunite.
A new problem, however, is that Wisp’s leg is now flexible enough she can sometimes reach and chew on the bandage around her foot. This is bad, so I’m doing my best to discourage her. She’s also gotten the cone of shame off a couple of times. If worst came to worst, we could just take her to the vet for a new bandage — they’re close — but I’d rather not.
As the title of this post says, the week was productive, but it was exhausting. Not this bad—
— but yesterday, I was wiped out. I’m sleeping better but the accumulated sleep deficit and the way I’ve rarely gotten a solid night of sleep has left me fatigued. Everything seems to take more work and mental effort, and little annoyances grate on me more. Thinking is way harder.
In a perverse twist, I set up my schedule to work through my early morning rising but this week my sleeping patterns changed enough that this didn’t work out well. Partly that’s because I succumbed to temptation and read books when I could have been writing. I also did very little exercise this week, due to the way my schedule formed up. And yeah, the fatigue.
The slowed-down brain explains why I spent way more time than planned working on stories for The Local Reporter, Chapel Hill’s online newspaper. One covered a couple of relocating local businesses, one dealt with a couple of road projects. My editor was very pleased with my work so more will follow. However the next round of stories won’t consume so much time.
As for my personal writing, I put in a lot of work on Savage Adventures; finished a final revision of The Love That Moves the Sun (fixing the problems will come next week); started planning promotion for when I release Southern Discomfort and Savage Adventures from Behold the Book next year; found a logo designer; and went in to check on an old health problem (everything stable, woot!). And I have two posts on Atomic Junk Shop, one on spoilers, one on stasis in specfic.
I feel exhausted but at least I’m back in the game. I will probably feel more exhausted after this weekend as TYG is enjoying her anniversary gift of a weekend away from everything: dogs, cat, work, me (she doesn’t mean that last part in a bad way, honest!). Just reading, sleep, shopping and whatever else she feels like. I suspect adding Wisp to the mix will make it tougher than the last time she traveled, but c’est la vie. TYG’s earned it.
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